For a father, there is nothing more cruel than a man with white hair sending a man with black hair.
Zhu Biao has not been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his physical fitness is at the level of ordinary people.
After days of running around, coupled with the sudden bad news, Zhu Biao's body finally couldn't hold on and collapsed all of a sudden.
In Wuying Hall, Lao Zhu summoned Yang Xuan.
Now there are only two of them in the hall.
Yang Xuan also saw the other side of Lao Zhu for the first time.
His hair was a lot whiter, and his eyes were full of tiredness.
The body is still a little stooped.
It can be seen that after the death of the emperor's eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying, Queen Ma and her eldest son Zhu Biao fell ill one after another, which was a huge blow to the old man.
The current Ming Empire is supported by him alone.
"Your Majesty, Yang Xuan, is here to see you."
"You're here!" Lao Zhu looked up and saw Yang Xuan.
"Your Majesty must take care of the dragon body. Now the Ming Dynasty is counting on your Majesty!" Yang Xuan said.
Lao Zhu didn't answer. He had heard these words too many times these days.
"The day after tomorrow is the day when the hero is buried. You must take good care of the prince." Lao Zhu talked about business.
"I accept the decree!"
"Um."
"Yang Xuan!"
"I'm here."
"You think the queen will be fine, right?"
"Will do."
"Your Majesty, your blessings are as high as the sky, and you will definitely be fine."
"This is what you said. If it doesn't get better, I'll kill you."
Lao Zhu stared at Yang Xuan and said.
Damn it, don't threaten people with beheading... Yang Xuan was speechless for a while.
He also hoped that Queen Ma would get better soon. Lao Zhu was too murderous. Without Queen Ma, Yang Xuan could not imagine what Lao Zhu would be like in the future.
"Your Majesty, I would like to visit the Queen." Yang Xuan did not answer Lao Zhu's words, but said this unruly statement.
Lao Zhu stared at Yang Xuan in silence for a long time. Just when Yang Xuan was about to give up, Lao Zhu waved his hand.
"Go ahead."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Yang Xuan saluted and resigned.
Then came to Kunning Palace.
Under the leadership of Yu'er, Yang Xuan met Queen Ma.
Queen Ma was in a very bad condition, her face was pale and she had lost a lot of weight.
All the green hair has turned into white hair.
The tip of Yang Xuan's nose suddenly felt sore and he couldn't control himself.
"Why is it like this?"
"Why is it like this?"
He murmured, not knowing who he was asking.
He remembered that when he left Beijing, Queen Ma was still fine.
Queen Ma was very kind to him. When he went to see Zhu Biao, Queen Ma also summoned him many times to chat with him.
Even a lot of his small treasury was gifted by Queen Ma.
I always say that it’s not okay for a man to have no money.
In Queen Ma's heart, she may have regarded him as her son-in-law.
An Qing waited at Queen Ma's bedside and called softly to tell Queen Ma that Yang Xuan was here.
The sleepy Queen Ma reacted. She tried to open her eyes and saw Yang Xuan.
She forced a smile: "I have lost weight and become darker."
Yang Xuan felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he forced a smile and said, "My dear, everything is fine."
"Okay, everything is fine." After hearing Yang Xuan's words, Queen Ma forced a smile.
She was tired and weak and couldn't say much.
Yang Xuan was beside her bed, talking about his experiences in the north.
Queen Ma listened quietly and nodded from time to time.
An Qing didn't say anything, but quietly held Yang Xuan's hand to comfort him.
Finally, Queen Ma couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep again.
An Qing sent Yang Xuan out of Kunning Palace, and the two of them had no time to whisper.
…
On the day when Zhu Xiongying was buried, Zhu Biao's body recovered somewhat and he was able to get out of bed.
He insisted on burying Zhu Xiongying.
No matter what others say, it's useless.
Zhu Biao's body needs to rest now, and Lao Zhu and Yang Xuan take turns to fight.
In front of Lao Zhu, Zhu Biao knelt down and begged:
"Father, Xiongying is my son. As a father, I have to send him on his last journey!"
"I have to go!"
Lao Zhu was at war with nature in his heart. On the one hand, he was worried about his son's health, but on the other hand, he didn't want his son to have any regrets.
He had no choice but to say to Yang Xuan: "Yang Xuan, take good care of the prince."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Yang Xuan carried Zhu Biao on his back and got into the carriage.
The funeral procession left the capital.
All the way to Zhongshan.
The mausoleum here was built by Lao Zhu for himself, and now he has set aside part of it for his grandson.
Under the auspices of the Ministry of Etiquette, all necessary procedures are in place.
Zhu Biao just watched quietly as his son's coffin was taken into the mausoleum.
Yang Xuan supported Zhu Biao, fearing that he would fall.
I don’t know how long it took, but everything was over.
Zhu Biao stood there for a long time, and finally left Zhongshan accompanied by Yang Xuan.
…
Zhu Xiongying was born in Yingtian Mansion on October 27th in the seventh year of Hongwu. He died on the first day of May in the fifteenth year of Hongwu. He only lived eight years old.
After his death, he was regarded as a prince by the emperor's eldest grandson, and he was named King of Yu. His posthumous title was "Huai" and he was buried in Zhongshan.
Later generations called him "King Yuhuai".
…
The death of Zhu Xiongying did not affect the operation of Ming Dynasty.
After the funeral, Zhu Biao's health gradually improved and he began to devote himself to state affairs.
Even Queen Ma's complexion improved.
It seems that everything is moving in the right direction.
Yang Xuan followed Zhu Biao, always paying attention to his physical condition.
From time to time, she would go to Kunning Palace to chat with Queen Ma.
The depression that hung over the entire capital seemed to dissipate just like that.
In Kunning Palace, Yang Xuan chatted with Queen Ma and the subject came up about him and An Qing.
Queen Ma hopes that the two of them can get married as soon as possible.
Yang Xuan tactfully said that it would not be too late to wait until Anqing was eighteen to get married.
"Mother, your health is getting better day by day, and we are not in a hurry."
Yang Xuan said with a smile.
Including him, everyone now felt in their hearts that Queen Ma's illness was about to be cured.
I haven’t seen it these days, there are more smiles on Lao Zhu’s face.
When in court, officials were rarely punished.
Even if someone commits a crime, he will be dealt with lightly.
Queen Ma looked at the smile on Yang Xuan's face and wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed.
Yang Xuan didn't know why, and he happily told Queen Ma interesting folk stories.
Queen Ma listened without interrupting Yang Xuan.
But after Yang Xuan left, Yu'er asked Lao Zhu to come over.
"Sister, sister!" Not long after, Lao Zhu's loud voice rang out.
"Sister, what's going on?"
"We are still busy." Lao Zhu first poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and then asked.
"Chongba, should we consider getting Yang Xuan and An Qing to get married?" Queen Ma got straight to the point and stated her purpose.
"Yang Xuan is already 20 years old now, and An Qing is 16 years old. We can't delay it any longer."
"Sister, why are you so anxious about this?"
"He, Yang Xuan, is not in a hurry."
"Besides, wouldn't it be nice to let my daughter stay with you for two more years?"
Lao Zhu asked rhetorically.
"Chongpachi, I don't have that much time!"
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